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Dimm: Adept

    Dimm, Boren, and Raash stood at attention within General Gore’s war room. Gore paced about the three for a moment, observing them with a glare of displeasure. He stopped in the center of the three and began to speak in a building uproar.

“Now,” he said as calm as he could mask it. “Run this by me again,” finished Gore, holding a newspaper which displayed a picture of Dimm fleeing from the authorities, headline plastered “Anubian Insurgent on the Rise” on top of the page. “What. Went. Wrong.”

Even with his iron caste covering the lower half of his face, it was clear that Gore was clenching his teeth in anger. Dimm inhaled and let out a breath and replied.

“The goal of the mission was compromised when a lone civilian became hostile towards me as I gathered information; I had no choice but to do what was necessary and retaliate to his advances. Raash and Boren were quick to back up the situation as best they could.”

Gore only nodded as he leaned against the center holomap desk, then looked down to the floor for a moment as he replied.

“This is all perfectly understandable, Sergeant Oxmen. But there’s one little spectacle you’ve forgotten to mention to me.”

The three looked amongst themselves, faces long and nervous; Dimm most of all seeming to dread the coming words.

“Spectacle, what spectacle?” asked Boren.

Gore exploded into rage-fueled scolding, clenching his fists.

“Don’t you dare play stupid right in front of my face!” he yelled. “You thought the damn press would cover your asses forever?! The black network won’t shut up about the giant fight in the east wing against one of you and some hotshot with a scythe! Do you have any idea what kind of fear that instills into the humans?!” he finished as he turned his attention to Dimm in particular. “And I have more than a few reasons to believe that you, Oxmen are the one who fought this man. Now tell me the truth or so help me, you’ll be scraping out the gutters with your own teeth!”

“But General,” began Dimm.

“Enough!” retorted Gore immediately as he pointed to the door. “Private Yarsi. Private Orgeth. Get the hell out of here!”

The two were quick to oblige as they hastily walked and proceeded out. Gore turned to Dimm and marched toward him with that same look of death. Dimm stood his ground and bit his tongue as their faces met within breathing distance of one another. Only a mere moment passed before Gore eased his glare and backed away sparsely.

“I take no pride in belittling,” said Gore, simmering down his rage. “But a failure’s a failure, Oxmen, and you have disappointed m-“

“You’re wrong,” interrupted Dimm, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “The mission wasn’t a failure.”

“Hmm, Is that right,“ uttered Gore as his curiosity struck up. “So you have more information for me then?”

Dimm’s stare met with Gore’s as he replied, starting to pace around side to side.

“That is right. But..”

“But?” asked Gore, seeming to mock.

“The means used were.. Unorthodox,” replied Dimm. “It’s why I was reluctant to report since it sounded so.. Crazy,” finished Dimm as he leaned against the railing circling the war room frame.

Gore crossed his arms and replied in a sarcastic fashion.

“Well that was obvious enough boy! Where are you going with this?”

“Where I’m going is someway, somehow, I could read people’s thoughts!” retorted Dimm, pushing himself from the railing forward and clenching his fists. “Practically everybody that walked by me, I could feel them. I could.. Know them.”

Gore seemed to become concerned of this new revelation, departing his arms and placing them on Dimm’s shoulders as he exclaimed.

“By the Spirits, are you sure, so soon?!”

Dimm stood speechless; he had no idea how to respond to the instant concern and understanding. Gore let go of his grasp and continued as he looked away and paced, hand placed against his iron jaw.

“Hmm. So the exercise was more than successful. Can you read me or your comrades?”

“Only Boren. Everyone else so far, I cannot read.”

“Hmm, strong wills still evade you.”

“I suppose so?” replied Dimm, still slightly confused by the implication. “I don’t think I fully understand what you mean.”

    He stopped his pacing and faced Dimm once more, continuing.

“You, my brother could potentially be a prodigy. But then again, that’s determined by what kind of information you gathered, young scholar.”

Dimm pulled himself together, at attention. He spoke with professional presence.

“Upon many accounts into consideration, -both civilian and guard personnel- the general mindset has spoken highly of a new council being established in place of the monarchy.”

Gore replied to this news with great delight.

“Excellent work. And of the battle, where does this fit in?”

“Well..” started Dimm. “He was a civilian that caught onto my recon. He instigated the conflict which escalated into a public spectacle-“

Gore spoke over him.

“This man with the scythe, did you catch his name?”

“He didn’t give it, but I was able to make out his name on my own,” replied Dimm as he pondered. “Gyone Irensho, I believe it was.”

Gore’s curiosity sprang up as the name “Irensho” escaped Dimm’s mouth.

“You’re certain?” asked Gore.

“As certain as I could possibly be, General,” replied Dimm.

Gore walked away and held onto the railing, leaning over in a state of pondering. He spoke –seemingly to himself-  after a moment.

“So he bore a child..”

Dimm walked closer to him as he asked.

“Who had a child?”

“A man I fought beside long ago at the Battle of Halsberth Stronghold; a true warrior in his own rite,” replied Gore as he turned around. “He called himself Sullus. Sullus Irensho.”

“Hmm,” Dimm pondered. “I had a feeling that he was no amateur when we fought. How well of a fighter was Sullus?”

“The most skilled and strongest human I have ever witnessed,” replied Gore with a sense of gush in his voice. “He was able to take me down bare-handed! No doubt the son of Sullus would be someone of great prowess with Gale, just as his father.”

“Gale?” asked Dimm.

“If it is what I assume, then this scythe of his was Gale. Black handle and two blades of pure silver, razor-sharp to the touch. Am I wrong?”

Dimm replied as he nodded and revealed the slash mark on his right arm.

“Right on the dot, General.”

    Gore let go of the railing and walked to Dimm, placing a hand on his right shoulder as he replied.

“Brother, the mere fact that you are here recollecting taking on an Irensho showcases great promise in you. But..”

Dimm’s growing sense of humble pride dissipated slightly as he heard this pause. He braced himself for the worst.

“You and your comrades need to be made an example of for this potential political poison. For this, you three will be making the “Venom Run” through Scythid territory and will bring back no less than ten spikespores as tribute for your continued loyalty. Fail, and you will either be exiled or executed; dependent you return at all.”

From the words “Venom Run” uttered, Dimm’s expression grew subtly pale at the sound. He replied as he nodded and shut his eyes.

“Consider it done, I will brief Boren and Raash immediately.”

An immediate instinct took over Dimm as he held his hand out just right to catch a sort of gun. It was not his Mauli53 that he was so used to, but something a tad bulkier. Opening his eyes, Dimm could tell that this was a shotgun; the scarce Boomscatter model put away for the upmost important of raids and combat situations. He turned to Gore walking off with arms behind his back, returning to observe the
holomap. Gore spoke to him as Dimm began to make his way to the door, which stopped him in his tracks.

“Sergeant Oxmen.”

“Yes, General?” replied Dimm.

+”I expect you to bring that back to me.”+

Gyone: Of Roots Bound To part 2

    Gyone and Sullus stood adjacent to one another across a dirt road. Gyone brandished Gale with the same sloppy stance while Sullus brandished a simple wooden staff, holding it firm in both hands; dripping down to his left as if ready to swing up for a powerful blow. He stood behind a mild, narrow path within the trees; two trees seemed to be cut down the middle. Sullus spoke to Gyone with the discipline of a true mentor.

“Exactly as I am son. Use the weight to your advantage, but don’t let it sacrifice reach or movement. Make sure never to let the blade stick to the ground while doing so. Ready?“ he started as he pointed to the trees behind him and stood aside. “Now!”

Gyone reacted at the second as he charged the tree with a tight, clenching grasp on Gale. Upon the swing, the blades connected, but stopped dead as soon as they dug themselves into the bark. He barely kept his footing as his momentum halted so suddenly, nearly flinging him forward into the tree itself.

“No, no, Gyone. You’re using too much force on your grip. Try again!” scolded Sullus.

“Enough already dad!” yelled Gyone as he dropped Gale to the ground. “Over and over again, nothing’s changing. Maybe it’s something else.”

Sullus made his way to his son’s side, snatched Gale from the ground, and stepped back a few feet. He did the same as Gyone, only with his hands seeming to relax on the grip. As he swung, his hands tightened up at the precise time of contact; the small tree was carved into straight down the middle, nearly splitting it in two. Sullus looked to Gyone with a smirk on his face.

“Ya see?” asked Sullus. “Nothing to it, just relax and move with her. She’ll guide you as you guide her,” he finished as he rested a hand on Gyone’s right arm.

Gyone looked to Sullus and nodded.

“Alright, one last time.”

“I’d hope so boy,” said Sullus, looking to the multiple cut trees behind them in the same narrow fashion. “I don’t think we have enough to spare.”

    Time and time again, the same word rang through Gyone’s ears in a sort of provoking manner. Again, again, again. With each passing attempt, the efforts seemed to slowly improve his technique while regrettably feeding into his rage. Clenched teeth, fresh bruises, blood and sweat alike; he was on the verge of a breakthrough for sure, otherwise this would be lethal. Gyone charged for one last go. Hands clenched at pitch-perfect precision. At the point of contact, it succeeded. The strike sliced the tree in two, just as Sullus had done. He looked to Gyone with a proud smile on his face while Gyone met this, panting and slouching from exhaustion.

“Ya see? Nothing to it,” repeated Sullus.

Gyone smirked while staring to the ground as sweat dripped downward. With a point of the finger, he replied.

“One last time; something feels off.”

Sullus laughed to this and continued to observe.

“Just don’t kill yourself son,” said Sullus. “You’re doing good so far.”

    Without a word, Gyone took a new stance. He parted his legs slightly and held Gale lax with both hands, blades facing downward. During this, he began to speak.

“You know, as much as I nailed it, there’s no way I can keep your technique. No. I need something more suited to my strengths; something I can flourish along with Gale. Think I realized around try number fifty.”

This seemed to be a variant of Gyone’s first attempt at a stance, but more focused and seemed to have thought put behind it; thought time being plentiful as it were. He walked forward slowly as he continued. As well, Sullus looked to him with great curiosity as he held his chin.

“May I introduce Gyone Irensho’s very own Whirlwind technique, patent pending!”

With that, he broke into a sprint and subtly released the grip of his left hand as he gained velocity towards the base of yet another tree. He arrived and immediately shifted his footing and began to run up the tree, then slammed the scythe blades into the bark to propel his momentum forward and released it swiftly, throwing himself into a powerful spinning slash downward. He followed suit with the same clenching technique and, thankfully, it accomplished another clean cut. Sullus admired his pupil’s brew, from the likes of which he had not quite seen before so soon and naturally. Gyone landed on both feet straight and he looked to Sullus as if expecting congratulations. Sullus scoffed in a sarcastic fashion.

+”Hmph, too flashy! Like the name though.”+

Gyone: Recollections

    One would think that he felt.. Y’know.. Obligated to this only out of guilt, but really, you take what you can get, right? Well I got more than expected; he brought me Gale. It’s strange how much of a connection I feel towards it. Her. My thoughts move naturally with her motions as a conduit for my entire body.. Oh geez, now I’m starting to sound like dad. He left for Bogmire at sunrise on his shanty, little barge out into endless oceans; it’s been years since I’ve had to see him off, but it never seems to get any easier.. By the time he comes back, he’ll be looking at a manor, fresh and new as it was before. And maybe that time. He won’t leave again.
Slave to the Shadows: Birth chapter 15
Upon their failed mission, General Gore debriefs the boys with a deadly mission. Gyone and Sullus continue their outing as Gyone is trained further on how to use Gale.
Chapter 2

    Night turns to day. The clouds still lay overhead, dispelled. They shadowed the forest as far as the naked eye can see. It seemed as though new storm clouds were moving in in the distance; a giant wall of clouds in fact. Gyone knew he had to find shelter before the storm moved in and settled above. Storms in this region are known to bring in catastrophic winds and drowning rains. He had walked miles away from the cemetery by this point, far into the forest road to Komeato. But even that was quite a walk away from where he was. Gyone traveled for what seemed like an eternity, grabbing fruit off of trees for food whenever he got the chance. This never seemed to feed his hunger or help give him energy, but what else was to be done? He was tired and ready to collapse; his body couldn't take much more abuse. Suddenly after many hours, Gyone's legs gave away and put him on his hands and knees, gasping for air.

    Gyone collapsed moments later, failing to withstand his failing condition. His sheer force of willpower was not strong enough to take him any further. He laid in this spot, unconscious for a time until he awoke to the late afternoon sky and the converging storm clouds overhead. They were now more concentrated and clumped together met with many more, spanning a great distance onward. He stood himself up and continued to venture forward knowing he would freeze to death in the storm at night; the temperature drops below zero. Gyone spotted dim lighting of the town further down the narrow path, followed by a desert clearing. Finally after desperately trekking so long, his efforts were looking to pay off soon. He sat down to relax his still weak legs from walking through the forest for so many hours. The evening was nearing; he could see the sun through a hole in the clouds where they had split apart where it began its descent behind the Flamboro mountains. Time at this point was not his friend.
    After treating himself to some rest, he was ready to venture forward once more. He pulled up his scythe and put the holster strap around his right shoulder. Suddenly, the sounds of snapping twigs could be heard nearby. Gyone pulled out his scythe, readying himself to fight what was near with a stance that seemed slightly crippled from what his body is used to, resulting in multiple cracks from his leg bones. He held his stance and tensely grasped his weapon. Closer and closer, the concerning sounds drew nearer with each passing moment. He could see the ruffling of bushes in front of him and without a second thought, he braced for the worst. The tension straining; the air heavy with unknowing doom brewing from his former encounter with unspeakable darkness. Gyone dreaded the thought of another encounter like at the cemetery. Though to Gyone's surprise, it was not a beast as it revealed, nor wasn't even a wild animal. It was a puppy with tan fur around his right eye. He lowered his scythe and pet the dog softly on the head.

"How the hell did you get all the way out here, pup?" asked Gyone as he took a knee.

The puppy closed its eyes and enjoyed the attention as it rolled on its back, revealing a well-fed belly, it appeared. As well, it was clear that this was a boy. The little pup rolled and pulled himself up, then walked slowly towards Gyone. His attention turned to the skull amulet as he sniffed it curiously and batted at it with a paw. The sensation of touch was amplified greatly throughout his entire body as the paw made contact. This sort of vulnerable exploit worried Gyone greatly as he stood himself up and ventured forward.

    However, the puppy was close behind him every step he took then on. After a few feet forward, he finally noticed this and picked the puppy up, staring him dead in his orange-brown eyes. He talked to the dog as if it would understand him.

"Look pup, you can't come with me. I'm sure someone's looking for you around here.. uh, somewhere."

Gyone looked around the thick forest uneasily. The utter shadowed yonder into the blanket of trees was all he could see. He put him down, facing him the opposite direction and motioning to go. As much as he tried to evade him down the dirt path, the puppy wouldn't stop following his lead; the pup seemed to like Gyone a lot. He finally snapped under the guilt of leaving him behind. and spoke to him in an annoyed tone of voice as he lifted him to eye level.

"Okay pup, you can come along! But only until we can find you a home, deal?"

The puppy licked him on the cheek.

"Also none of that," said Gyone as he glared at the puppy.

    Suddenly, large, crashing noises could be heard in the distance, accompanied by a dark and hideous roar. Gyone looked into the dark, thick forest in the direction of the noise. Birds scattered and animals alike in a flurry. Some managed to find their way onto the path; what seemed like a pack of wolves. Or otherwise, what he could tell were wolves.

"Whatever it is, it isn't the slightest bit human," said Gyone to himself while brandishing his scythe. "It better not be more of those damn monsters. One more strike would've taken my arm off.. what the hell?"

Gyone looked down at his left arm only to find his wound lacking the dark ooze in the claw mark, only his own blood. He shrugged this strange happening off as best he could and directed his attention to the potential threat in the distance.

Silence was all they heard for a moment, but that was soon broken. Suddenly, three shadow beasts that were exactly like the one Gyone had vanquished in the cemetery jumped out from the forest and onto the ongoing path. With instinctive prowess, he took the puppy and hid it away in the bushes as fast as he could. He patted the puppy on the head as he hid it away.

"Stay there," said Gyone. "You don't want to get involved with these things."

The puppy let out a whine as Gyone walked away and faced the beasts head-on, almost with a pleasure-fueled smirk on his face.

The beasts simultaneously jumped for Gyone, trying to overwhelm. He was able to force all three of them to the ground with a swing of the scythe, as they reacted with a premature halt and sloppy footing to the ground. They reform and surround Gyone in a pacing circle formation, staring him down. One finally attacked, but was slashed by the scythe with expected reaction; the next tried to attack from behind but alas, was unsuccessful and was stabbed in the amulet on his chest with an upward stab from behind, which killed the creature; melting just as expected. This flow of combat soon broke as Gyone was unable to deflect the third's swipe which slashed his left arm, adding onto the prominent wound.

    Gyone noticed something strange. The markings had somehow absorbed the dark substance the beast had left when he had attacked like a sponge. He tried to ignore this strange phenomenon and continued to fight, but couldn't seem to shake his suspicions this time. He thought to himself as he held his ground.

"This isn't right. I feel it coursing through my blood! Am I turning into one of them? No. Like hell I will!"

The beast Gyone had reflected got on its feet and roared; much more meek compared to what was heard before, eerily so. It charged to him and jumped high, ready to dig its claws into him once more. Gyone tried the same deflection but was a second too late. The strike connected with his chest just above the amulet, fresh, three-way cut oozing blood and the dark matter. Again, the substance was sucked in, this time enough that all markings took their share of the residue. Suddenly, the eyes on Gyone's amulet started to glow a shining dark purple and so did the markings on his arm and head. A surge of piercing pain ran through Gyone's entire body as though the spikes dug further in.

    He collapsed to the ground in tremendous agony, screaming. The amulet started to consume his body in the black substance; the transformation left Gyone in a state of defeat in his mind. He had succumb to this hideous evil. His eyes glowed like the amulet itself after he opened them from a simple blink; the cries of pain halted soon afterwards.
He was lifted off the ground by a supernatural force as the twisted transformation continued, enveloping at a rapid rate. Gyone, now completely consumed by the dark substance, was surrounded by an aura of dark purple flame. He let out a terrible wail which broke sound barriers and created a shockwave that knocked the beasts to the ground. Even Gyone's scythe had changed. It was much larger than before and the blades were now a purple-like color that matched the eyes of the amulet. The black substance consumed the handle, goo dripping off and seeming to throw itself back onto Gyone. It looked to be a tool of corruption and slaughter, or just him in general.

    Though the beasts were frightened by this transformation, they still fought as they lunged towards him in a mad dash. Their attempts were all in vain however, as it only took one swing of the giant blades to destroy the two remaining beasts with a wave of unnatural energy which toppled trees in its wake for several feet ahead. He let out another cry as he stared at the storm overhead, now in full motion. Moments passed, then Gyone's godlike abilities began to dissipate. The black ooze slid off of his body and scythe, forming a puddle around him. His body obviously could not take the abuse of this otherworldly power anymore when he revealed once again as himself; fresh scars and what seemed like tiny bite marks. He dropped his scythe which lost its form as well, then he dropped to his knees. And although he fought to keep conscious, he fell over forward and passed out. The ooze seemed to evade into the forest, noticeably sizzling from the rain; now the only prominent sound in the area as the drops crashed down.

    The puppy left his hiding spot and rushed to Gyone and tried to wake him up with a butt of a nose to the bat of a paw; it was to no good. Desperate to help his new friend, the puppy started ran up the path to the distant town in a hurry as the storm began to drench the soil in a monsoon. Gyone remained flat on the ground, unconscious in the remnants of the dissipating ooze.

Slave to the Shadows Volume I: chapter 2
Chapter 2 of the story. As Gyone wanders through the forest desperately seeking the shelter of the nearby town of Komeato; he stumbles upon an.. "interesting" companion.

Volume 1 in it's entirety available here

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Gyone (age 23): Of Roots Bound To part 1

    Thick forest overshadowed the descending sunlight, only gleaming partially through the holes the green leaves fail to cover up. Gyone and Sullus walked through a dirt pathway cut of the thick trees surrounding them as they make their way to their old manor. The place in which Gyone was trained by Sullus.

“C’mon dad,” said Gyone, balancing his scythe, Gale over his right shoulder as they walk at a steady pace. “Are you sure this is necessary? I don’t think I need a brush-up.”

“Number one,” replied Sullus as he counted down on his fingers. “Your stance with Gale is sloppy at best. Number two: Mia locked the apartment with you on the other end and we never get to bond anymore. And number three-“ Sullus threw a punch.

Gyone flinched as the fist suddenly halted right on his nose.

“You’ve still got a lot to learn boy,” continued Sullus. He bursts into laughter as Gyone holds his head down in shame.

With a touch of comfort, Sullus rested a hand on Gyone’s right shoulder with a subtle grip.

“Hey. Cheer up boy,” said Sullus. “One or two rounds with your old man will get you back on your feet after that mess.”

Gyone spoke aloud after a moment of silence deafening the air, only accompanied by the wind.

“I almost had him dad..”

Sullus replied as he looks to Gyone releasing the hand and looking to an old, rusted gate coming up in but a few feet ahead. The top is embroidered with the word “Irensho” in an elegant font.

“You can’t win ‘em all, don’t worry about it.”

    They resided in the walled off backyard of a grey-bricked house with a dull red rooftop, missing several pieces over many years of wear and tear. Moss and vines seemed to grow in their early stages over all of the property, masking naturally with the surrounding trees. Almost as if fabricated, the entire area seemed to be fashioned as a fighting ring with a dirt circle in the middle of overgrowing grass. Gyone stood in the center, stretching his body every which way to ready for a good sparring. He took off his plain white shirt and throwed it to side with only a black pair of jeans and black, steel-toed boots; brandishing the scythe in only his right hand. Sullus sat on a rock at the opposite end and only looked to him for a moment before he spoke.

“Put it down, Gyone. We’re going bare-handed on this one.”

Gyone laid the scythe down to his side and looked at him with a smirk on his face.

“So we’re going classic here?” asked Gyone. “I thought I was here to learn how to use Gale.”

Sullus stood himself up, removing his dull green vest and cracking his knuckles on his large, worn hands. He chuckled to himself as he responded.

“Ah, in due time. But first I want to see if ya haven’t gone soft on me,” replied Sullus as he took a strong stance, both arms spread, elbows bent inward with palms open.

Gyone took his stance; loose on the arms but firm and tight on the legs. A stance perfect for charging forward as he stretched himself back, right fist clenched.

“Hmph,” scoffed Gyone as he replied in a sarcastic fashion. “I should be asking you that question, old-timer.”

To this, Sullus scoffed, then replied as well.

“Forty-one is a fine age. Don’t believe me? Then shut up and show me what you’ve got,” he finished with a smile on his face.

Gyone took the initiative and bolted forward, ready to throw a powerful punch as he closed in. Sullus’, body -in ready for seemingly any blow- stood in waiting.

+”No, Gyone. Again!”+

Gyone (age 13): Keeping Up

    A young Gyone fell on his back as he grunted in pain. His grey hair only barely missed his shoulders and his face is as smooth as a newborn. His plain white t-shirt is covered in moist dirt and dewy grass, as if this has been repeating time and time again. He looked to his dad, tears forming at the eyes as he rubbed his cheek.

“Oww,” moaned Gyone. “Do we really have to keep this going? It’s been over four hours..”

“You see that?” replied Sullus as he crossed his arms. “That’s exactly the kind of talk I want to stop. Kick it into high gear or else this world’s gonna eat you and spit you out.”

Gyone stood himself up and exhaled a breath of air, then replied.

“Dad, I get that. But can it wait until I can feel my arms?”

Sullus laughed a hardy laugh to himself, then shook his head side to side as he replied.

“At least you’ve got my mouth, boy.” He looked to him as he continued. “Unfortunate thing is I think we both know the answer to that one.”

Gyone sighed, then replied; taking his stance once again.


Sullus as well took his stance as answered with a simple approving nod. Without hesitation, Gyone charged at a speed rarely seen by anybody so young; graceful and unpredictable. Fists locked and ready to strike, this little one’s vicious for sure.

    He began with a mad flurry of punches as he kept up his pace, forcing Sullus to mimic his speed moving backwards. As he did, he deflected each incoming blow with relative ease. It seemed that Sullus did not have to move his hand at all for a few. Finally, after moments of continuous blows, Gyone brought himself to the point of exhaustion. With this draining of his power, Sullus reacted quickly and open-palmed struck him in the gut, putting him to the ground once more with a thud.

“Come on, boy,” scoffed Sullus. “That didn’t work the hundredth time, and it’s certainly not going to work the thousandth. Adapt, Gyone!”

Sullus weaved and motioned side to side, taking multiple poses both nimble and firm. He spoke as he changed.

“Move free and ready yourself for anything your opponent can throw at you. Don’t fight statically; observe the area and their motions. Move with the wind and fight with your mind, or else don’t even bother getting up.”

“But dad,” said Gyone as he sat himself up from the ground. “I’m only thirteen years old. You really expect me to be this great fighter?”

To this, Sullus laughed hard.

“Haaahahaha! Of course not, boy.”

He began to walk towards Gyone at a slow pace as he continued.

“But-“ said Sullus as he towered over Gyone and held out a hand. “To grow a mighty tree, we first need a mighty seed.”

    Without hesitation, Gyone grabbed his father’s hand and stood himself up; smile prominent on his face. This was short-lived unfortunately as Sullus sent another strike straight to his gut. He yelled out.

“Rule number one..”

+”Never let your guard down!”+

Gyone (age 18): Steady Pace

    Short-sleeved dress shirt with buttons undone and some slacks, Gyone strolled on his school campus alongside Jole who is dressed nearly identical, pitch black night overhead. Both shoot the breeze with casual small talk as they walked.

“Better be glad I showed up, Jole,” uttered Gyone. “I still don’t get why you dragged me along to the stupid dance.

Gyone stared out the passing windows of the towering building, observing the surrounding nothingness of the desert over the wall. Jole responded a moment later.

“Because, Gyone!”

“Because why?” replied Gyone.

“Well..” He paused for a moment and rested his arms behind his neck.

“Come on, out with it!” demanded Gyone.

“Alright, yikes!” replied Jole. “Well.. I heard “she’s” supposed to be here tonight.”

Gyone punched his shoulder lightly and replied.

“Asshole, I needed to study for Hybrid Biology tomorrow! I don’t even know what the hell a tiger and a raven’s genes make! Besides.. I’m awful with introductions.”

“Well I’ve got to memorize my vows for the guard. Big whoop,” retorted Jole.

Jole laid a hand on his shoulder as they approached the hall for the dance; thumping techno and bass beats rang through the door, accompanied by an energetic violin melody.

“Don’t worry man, you’ll have fun, crush or otherwise; trust me! And for the record-“ he stopped as he grabbed the door handle and pushed it open. “It’s a ravaprimus.”

    Then it was revealed; a large, square room exploding with energy as people dance the night away while others hung back into the sidelines. The music was now in full effect, ambient sounds clear, but muffled from the door. Both walk through and survey the room looking for particular people. Gyone spoke to Jole, raising his voice to compete with the noise.

“Just who are you looking for anyway?” asked Gyone.

“Abbitha,” replied Jole.

“Seriously. Abbitha?!” replied Gyone, seeming shocked of the name.

“What?” asked Jole in a sarcastic tone. “You can’t tell me she isn’t cute.”

The two stopped at the edge of the dance floor in the center, Gyone looking up at the priceless chandelier and Jole looking to the Anubian bouncer hidden in the corner; full beard that stretched down to his chest and a black tuxedo with a striped-black white tie. They continued their conversation, periodically looking back  to their items of interest.

“Hmm. Well you’ve got me there, Jole,” replied Gyone.

“’Course I do,” said Jole. “Once we find her, you might also get to see you-know-who.”

    Upon hearing this, Gyone instinctively fixed his messy long hair up to an acceptable level for what was before –to him, at least- a waste of time.

“Hey,” said Jole as he trained his stare to the bouncer. “Does that guy look.. odd to you?”

Gyone looked to the Anubian and shrugged as he replied.        

“He’s buff, so what? That’s how they’re supposed to be, Jole.”

“No,” said Jole. “You see that crazy forehead tattoo?”

“Yeah, and?” answered Gyone.

“And,” he continued. “It reminds me of something. Some kind of.. symbolism or something. I think-“

Hands reached from behind Jole and cover his eyes. To this, he jolted and instinctively yelled. “Gah!”

    “Did I actually scare you babe?” said Abbitha, beautifully dressed for the evening in a silk white dress that came down to the base of her feet and her dark brown hair put up in a bun; her dark skin and dull, green eyes seem to fluster and glow in excitement.

Jole smirked and replied.

“Well of course not. Saw you comin’ a mile away.”

Abbitha took off her hands and turned him around, caressing his hands and staring into him seemingly. After a moment of blissful relief, Abbitha looked to Gyone.

“Why you’re the last person I’d expect around here, hotshot,” she said as she let go of Jole. “Thought you were too cool for dances.”

Gyone rubbed the back of his neck as he replied.

“Well, y’know I-“ He was interrupted by Abbitha, in a matter as though a thought just sprang up and she didn’t want to forget.

“Oh right!” exclaimed Abbitha as she took a few steps back, revealing an orange-haired teenager with baby-blue eyes and a teal dress similar to Abbitha’s. “Gyone, this is Mia. Mia, Gyone,” she finished, presenting her.

    The two look at each other at first with nothing but an awkward wave of the hand, shyly exchanging a brief hello.

“H-hi,” said Gyone, noticeably awed.

“A pleasure,” said Mia, smiling with a distinct but subtle blush.

Abbitha and Jole observed their meeting with slight curiosity. After a moment, the two say their goodbyes.

“Well we’ll be off. You two make nice now,” said Abbitha as she took Jole by the hand and rushed to the dance floor.

Jole only smiled slightly, looking to Gyone and giving a thumbs up. Both –now alone in the midst of the flashing lights and pumping crowds- stood next to each other, sharing brief glimpses back from time to time; both seemed to blush slightly.

“So,” Mia slurred. “Uhm. I’m sorry, I’m so bad at meeting new people.”

“Don’t worry, you’re fine,” replied Gyone, loosening up and facing her directly. “It’s not every day I get to meet such a.. well.. quite frankly, gorgeous girl so I’m a little tongue-tied, too.”

To this, Mia blushed and giggled slightly; as well relaxing a bit more and meeting his stare.

“Oh? Is that right?” she said coyly. “Well you don’t look too bad yourself, if I’m being completely honest.”

Gyone smiled and turned away for a second; it was clear they were growing on one another slowly. They go on to spend the better part of an hour just chatting away about their interests in life, their tendencies, for better or worse; and so on.

    The two sat themselves down at a table as the atmosphere wound down to a lull. Gyone slouched his arm over the back of his chair and Mia rested her head on her hand, supported by the table.

“You didn’t,” said Mia with a look of intrigue on her face.

“Swear to god,” replied Gyone, holding back a laugh.

“You’re such a dope!” exclaimed Mia, beginning to chuckle. “Why not just come and talk to me instead of staring at the back of my head during class?”

Gyone rubbed the back of his neck as he responded.

“I’m awful at small talk and never got the chance to confront you. It’s weird.”

“Hmm, is that so?” replied Mia, leaning in closer and catching her head on her hands.

“Well to be honest, I thought you were kinda cute. I was the same way, sadly.”

Gyone, as well, leaned in and continued.

“I wish I had known,” said Gyone coyly. “Probably would’ve given me that last push.”

“Maybe,” replied Mia with a smile on her face.

    After a moment of silence, a new song came up; a slow one of gentle pianos, delicate strings, and the voice of an angel humming in the background to the ups and downs of the progression. Mia –never taking her eyes off of him- stood up and beckoned to Gyone with a wave of her hand. Gyone got up and moved closer, reaching out. Mia spoke in a soft tone as she stared into his eyes.

“How well can you dance?” she said as a giggle escaped her.

Gyone took her hand and chuckled as well before responding.

“We’ll see.”

    The two made their way to the dance floor and seem to twirl around one another. Mia placed her hand on his shoulders, gently grasping onto his wrinkled, black dress shirt. As well, Gyone gently gripped onto her sides and led them both into a steady rhythm of simple swaying and weaving from side to side. As the song went on, both close in to one another until Mia nearly buried her face into Gyone’s chest; serene bliss without words, it was clear.

“Hey,” said Gyone softly.

Mia revealed her face and stared up at him as she replied with a simple “Hmm.”

“Do you feel something warm and comforting?" asked Gyone. "It’s strange.”

“I think that’s what they call enjoying another person’s company, you dope,” replied Mia as she nuzzled her face into his chest completely, moving her arms and wrapping them around his sides. “Frankly, I could get used to it.”

    Gyone smiled as he came to a realization that this little crush of his could grow into something much more. What little time they’ve spent together has felt like the definition of heaven to him. Without a word, he parted her hair, prompting her to look up. As she did, he met her face with his own, becoming unable to hold this intense feeling back. He laid a kiss on her lips, eyes shut and sounds frozen around them. Mia is quick to accept this advance as she moved with him immediately; the start of something beautiful surely.

    They opened their eyes to meet one another once again, this time with nothing seeming to hold them back. One kiss after the other seemed to take up minutes before they gave their lips and tongues a rest. Gyone looked over Mia’s shoulder to find Jole and Abbitha staring at the two as they danced as well. Both seemed excited with Jole giving an approving nod and thumbs up. Gyone shuts his eyes and continues to dance along, tightly holding her around her lower hips.

+”And that’s how I met her, dad. To think I almost didn’t go..”+  
Slave to the Shadows: Birth chapter 14
Sullus and Gyone spar at the Irensho manor. From there, take a glimpse into Gyone's upbringing.

The story so far

See what you missed? (Chapter 13)

(Chapter 15 coming soon)
Chapter 1

    "You're out of your mind," shouted Gyone in a shaken, breathy fashion.

The mysterious figure started to explain as if a teacher to a student.

"Let me level with you, Mr. Irensho. When your human body expired, all thought; sight, hearing, and senses ceased to exist," he said as he counted all the reasons on his gloved hand. "Your dead body couldn't possibly had known if you were dead or not, so it is understandable if you're still very confused."

"Well aren't you the smartass-y type?" replied Gyone, clenching his left fist, readying to punch the figure. "You really expect me to.."

The figure interrupted him.

"There's no brain to process thought anymore, obviously. Time from your perspective merely froze. How could you stand there and say I'm wrong so hastily?"

Gyone put the figure down as the rain began to pour down yet again.

"Okay I get it, I was dead! But that doesn't explain one damn thing as far as I'm concerned," said Gyone. "How am I here talking to you if that's true? Shouldn't I be motor-boating angels in the sky or something? You've got some real vanity problems claiming to play god," finished Gyone, pointing to the figure.

The man began to chuckle.

"Just look down. It'll all start making sense soon enough," vaguely answered the man with a grin.

    Gyone spotted the amulet stuck to his chest, shock and fury taking over his being all at once. He immediately tried to pull it off desperately.

"What the hell is this thing?!" shouted Gyone as he tugged it with both hands.

As hard as he tried, all was managed was more harm; each pull brought piercing pain throughout Gyone's entire body. The man looked away as he continued.

"Now I don't think you'll want that to come off anytime soon," responded the man.

Gyone, now aggravated beyond reason, stopped tugging at the amulet and stared down the man with piercing eyes.

"And just why the hell not?!" asked Gyone.

The man looked back at Gyone, observing his struggle closely as he replied.

"No no. Please keep pulling," responded the man in a sarcastic manner. "Especially if you want to be buried a second time."

"What are you saying?" asked Gyone as if he were out of breath, looking back.

The man laughed, then shouted.

"Isn't it obvious yet, Gyone? I'd thought you would've caught on much sooner than this! What you love, what you hate, what you desire, and everything else that is and ever will be you is inside that amulet. Your anchor to life."

The man pointed to Gyone and continued.

"Remove it, and you will be joining the others in this godforsaken cemetery once more!"

    All was silent for a moment as Gyone clenched onto the amulet, throbbing and beating as if it were a human heart. Both shared a silence, one that seemed to last minutes. Gyone broke the tension with a simple question as he looked down.

"So why me?"

The man answered Gyone with urgency.

"Because dead or not, you are the only one who can help us with our "problem" if you will."

Gyone, now somewhat calm, looked over to the figure angrily.

"Hold on just one goddamn minute," demanded Gyone. "Who are you? Who do you work for? At least a damn name would work. Anything before you start barking orders at me!"

The figure pondered for a moment.

"Hmm. Well that's understandable," said the figure. "I'll explain everything in time. Right now though, our "problem" may be closing in soon and-"  

"And what would this "problem" be exactly?" interrupted Gyone, noticeably frustrated.

Not a moment sooner, a large, shadowy beast rose from the ground, possessing glowing red eyes, sharp horns, and shackles upon its feet. It seemed as though he had escaped imprisonment.. but from where is uncertain.  The daunting monster turned its soul-piercing stare to Gyone and the figure with the look of pure carnal rage.

"That's our problem," responded the man, backing away from the monster.

    Gyone looked around, searching eagerly for something he can use as a weapon. He spotted his scythe placed against his coffin. The shaft was a glossy black and attached to the top were two silver blades: one large on the end and another smaller blade not far down. The beast blocked the way and stood ferociously standing its ground.  

"Well hello, Gale," said Gyone with a smirk on his face. "I've missed you."  

He broke into a sprint towards the coffin. Suddenly, the beast lunged for Gyone with its razor-sharp claws.

The man shouted, reaching his hand out.

"No, you careless fool!"

The beast struck Gyone as he tried to pass the beast from the left; the dark ooze of the beast lingered upon his arm along with a hint of blood. He grunted, gritting his teeth in pain.

    The beast turned itself around and stepped back to ready himself to strike again. Both Gyone and the beast stare each other down, ready to kill one another by any means. It lunged for another strike, viciously jumping at its prey. Gyone was quick to react to the immediate danger, sliding back and grabbing his scythe. Using the tomb as leverage, he jumped over it in a backflip as the beast crashed into the tombstone; shattering it to pieces. Gyone landed on its back and clenched onto the slimy hairs, riding him around as it desperately tried to fling him off and furiously charged towards to the cemetery gates. Gyone steadied his right arm, fighting against the charging velocity and swung the scythe for a swift strike. Gyone's attack connected at its chest where an amulet similar to his own, lay. The beast fell to the ground crippled and slowly started to deteriorate into a pool of dark ooze as if there were never a bone in its body.

    Gyone searched his coffin and found the holster for the scythe, a strap which ties itself to each end of the shaft for convenient holding and nimble, controlled movement. He strapped it on and threw the holster over his right shoulder and swung the scythe around to a rest, the curved blades hanging sideways down his back.

"Mind explaining what that was?" asked Gyone, looking back angrily at the shady figure.

The man responded as he shook his head.

"We don't know."

"Bullshit!" shouted Gyone. "What is that thing I just killed?! It had the same damn.. thing in its chest! Just like me."

Gyone approached the figure and glared at him as he continued.

"You better start talking now, or Gale will have another kill under her blades."

The man -still calmly- exhaled, then responded.

"As you wish. We were able to mimic these powers and used them for reanimating you. That skull is a relic of pure necromancy and whoever harnessed their potential must be up to no good. Normal humans and weapons work, but not well enough. So how do we combat this then? we fight fire with fire. In turn-" he presented both hands, open palms upward. "You, Mr. Irensho. The most deadly man in all of Crygor."

"So what, like.. are those humans turned all beasties of doom?" asked Gyone. "How does it work on me? How does any of this?"

"I told you already. We don't have the slightest clue of what those things are or how they function," answered the man. "It's a miracle the process worked on you at all, honestly. All we know for sure is that we need you to help us get rid of the whole lot of them before they spread, and bring this horrible poison to an end."

    Gyone looked away from the man, turning his attention to the cemetery gates leading into the dark forest road. The rain drizzles down in full effect as thunder could be heard cracking in the distance. His breath exhaled into a sigh, then he responded without looking back. Guilt and longing seemed to envelop his face.

"I'm no hero. If anything, I'm a villain.. I'm not helping you with your problem, so find somebody else. I have somewhere to be. Sorry."

    Gyone walked away to the cemetery gates with a slight limp.

"We're not forcing you to cooperate, just a simple no would be fine," responded the man in a snarky tone. "I mean, it's just a matter of life and death, right? No big deal or anything."

Gyone said nothing as he continued onward. As he left the cemetery, the man spoke into an earpiece, placing his finger on the activation switch.

"He's not going to cooperate, unfortunately," said the man. "Release the experiments. See if we can't persuade him yet."
Slave to the Shadows Volume I: chapter 1
Chapter 1 of the story. The tale continues as Gyone meets face to face with the mysterious figure; learning of his reasons for his resurrection.. and learning of a new dark presence.

Volume 1 in it's entirety available here

See what you missed? (Introduction)

Continue the story? (chapter 2)
Senyo: Trifecta

    “Maybe so,” said Gyone as he began to pick himself up.

He soon realized that this movement sent a surge of pain through his chest as he stood up. Gyone clenched the middle of his chest as he continued.

“So –urg.. Are you gonna turn me in? Or perhaps you’re taking bets!”

“Oh my, no; good sir!” replied Senyo as he lit up a new cigarette. “You’re both quite incredible to witness in acti- hmm?”

Gyone held out a hand, motioning for a smoke and light. Senyo obliged his wishes and both stood in a calming quiet, inhaling and puffing their cigarettes. He broke the silence with a question.

“As much as I love this sort of bonding, I must ask.”

“Hmm?” muttered Gyone as he let out a trail of smoke to the air.

“Where’s the other one?” continued Senyo.

To this, Gyone looked to the passing traffic, then to the air where birds flew overhead. They looked like a cross between an eagle and a quail. From there, he continued with a slight chuckle.

“You know. That’s a good question. We ran into some trouble with the guard and.. well, you know where I ended up.”

Senyo immediately responded in a huff.

“Oh, this simply will not suffice! You two need to finish your duel.”

“Excuse you?” replied Gyone in a confused tone.

    “I think I was clear enough sir,” said Senyo. “You challenged him to fight the second you pulled your weapon. He accepted, now you two need to finish!”

Gyone busted into laughter, dropping the cigarette from his mouth.

“Holy shit, you’re really getting a kick out of this, aren’t you?” asked Gyone.

“Not just me, as you may have already noticed,” said Senyo with a smirk as he pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number. “For you see, work was terribly boring. This couldn't have come at a better time.”

As Gyone started to speak, Senyo held his finger out asking for silence. He continued.

“Yes, could you be a pal and send out a search party for the cloaked figure running amuck?.. Yes, that one.  Mhmm.. okay, bye.”

“Friends of yours?” asked Gyone, putting out the cigarette on the ground.

Senyo looked to Gyone as he responded with mischievous eyes.

+”Let’s just say I’m getting my fight.”+

Dimm: Trifecta

    We find Dimm sprinting through the backlots of the east wing as he continued to avoid a pack of guards gunning for him. While he trained his sight back and forth, both front and behind him; he spoke to himself in a disgruntled whisper.

“Goddammit. This has gone south real fast hasn’t it? Now how am I gonna complete my recon?!”

He heard the sound of hasty charging, of many, many people heading from his front. Dimm’s head rung with sudden thoughts.

“What is Anubian trash doing here?”

“I can’t wait to stomp this thing into the dirt!”

The thoughts seem to reflect each other as each passing one drilled its way into Dimm’s conscience. Finally, one seemed to pass by that relieved some tension.

“Good thing that kid gave us these passes man. This would’ve had to get bloody otherwise.. hey. Those guys must be the trouble! Hold on, Dimm!”

    He ducked into a nearby trash dumpster, keeping the lid only sparsely open to scout the happenings. Finally they arrived like a pack of hungry wolves. At the most, there were ten guards; led by what seemed to be the captain. He began to scream out.

“Okay men, there’s no way he could’ve passed us by here. Turn this place over each way you can and stomp this fucking cockroach!”

They begun to trash what was already a heap of disarray and garbage, searching frantically for the runaway Dimm. As they rummage, his head began to fill yet again with thoughts of the guards. Suddenly, one in particular seemed to ring through Dimm’s ear.

“Son of a bitch. Anubians getting into the city.. The new council better up the security or else I’m out!”

Dimm’s fear soon turned to a sense of accomplishment, smirk enveloping on his face.  One guard came dangerously close to the dumpster. He readied to open the bin, pistol locked and ready to shoot. Dimm held his breath and readied himself for the inevitable reveal when suddenly, something grabbed the guard’s attention from across the alleyway. Lo and behold, Boren –dressed similar with the same tan cloak- peeked from the corner and found himself to be the new target.

“Hey boss! I’ve got visual on the target!” called out the guard, turning his attention; pistol and all.

All guards turned to begin their charge.

“There he is. Get ‘em boys!” Shouted the guard captain as all charged down the alley.

As they pass Dimm peaked from the bin to see the commotion. With this, there is a slight moment of shared eye contact between the two; an implied apology really. Boren looked to the other Anubian and hastily conveyed a sort of plan.

“Alright man, here’s the plan!..” shouted Boren with an abrupt pause at the end, looking to a window near their place of hiding.

He shoved him in their opposite direction as he yelled.


    As he finished, Boren dive bombed into a window of the shanty residential complex, shattering the glass with his mass. The Anubian –left clueless and exposed- broke into a sprint. The guards spot the runaway further down the alley and began to charge, clueless to Boren’s rather exposed getaway. They shout their own sort of rally cry.

“Get that bastard!”

“He’s mine now!” shouted one as he fires some moot shots from his pistol.

“Yeah, you better run freak!”

Each barrel down the narrow space in a cluster, captain leading in front. With this convenient distraction in motion, Dimm exited from the bin and wiped himself off of garbage. His smug expression said it all; his mission was well on its way to completion. He thought to himself.

“Thanks, Boren. I swear I’ll make it up to you somehow..”

Suddenly, a distorted figure swept in front of Dimm, but is gone within a mere moment. The moving of air was prominent all around him, but not a soul in sight. A swift, piercing strike to the back of the neck is felt, but not for long. Dimm’s consciousness fails him and he fell to the ground. The figures decloaked themselves to reveal. They wear jet black armor with a full face gas mask and goggles. They spoke amongst themselves, words slightly murmured through the masks.

+”An Anubian, huh? And just what the hell is Senyo going to do with one of these?”+

Gyone, Senyo, Dimm: Trifecta

    “Hmm? Looks like he’s finally waking up,” said Gyone to Senyo as Dimm awoke in front of the Genshika Inc. building. He awoke with an immediate jump up to his feet, glaring at the two with fury in his eyes. He realized what crowd was brought forth around them in a giant circle. Guards standing away, at the ready to fire, but for some reason only seem to want to keep the two in the ring. Senyo looked to the crowd as well and muttered to himself.

“My my, what a turnout.” He turns to Gyone and continued. “I hope this won’t be a disappointment, putting all of this together for you guys.”

A snicker escaped his mouth. Gyone as well looked around and spotted his father, Sullus in front with a slight sense of pride in his eyes.. and next to him, Mia with a glare that seemed to echo the same words over and over.

“What are you doing, you idiot?”

He rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward grin as the two stared at each other. Mia scoffed, turned her head, and stormed away into the seemingly endless crowd. Senyo beckoned to Gyone with the wave of his hand and Gyone walked within earshot as Senyo whispered to him.

“I think it’s about time to take your place.”

To this, Gyone only nodded as he trained his stare towards Dimm, baffled and angry as he looked at the crowd for an escape.

“You there,” said Gyone to Dimm.

Dimm turned around, sword brandished, ready to fight. Gyone continued.

“Are you ready to settle this? There’s no going back now,” he said as he took the same sloppy stance as before, scythe as well brandished. “I don’t care why. I don’t care when you started your spying game either. You’re going down and that’s all that matters.”

Dimm chuckled a bit to this as he replied.

“Such a shame, Gyone. You really don’t have any idea. But fine,” he finished as he began to walk slowly closer towards his opponent, then soon breaking into a charge.

Gyone caught the blade within his two blades. Dimm continued.

“You want to die, that’s not a damn problem!”

    Again, the storm of blows awakened as the two threw all they had at one another. Gyone strafed the field –mostly countering and dodging- while Dimm went on the offensive, throwing punches every which way with his left hand and coming around with brutal slashes of sword with his right. The game was clear: Dimm was throwing off Gyone’s rhythm as Gyone waited for Dimm to tire himself out. No fear of breaking into the crowd; these two were neck and neck, dead center in the makeshift ring of battle, and it seemed that it wouldn’t end till there was a cold and limp body on the ground.

“You can do it, Gyone!” shouted Sullus in encouragement. “Loosen your damn stance up!”

Finally a mistake is made as Gyone turned a slight mind to his father’s critique. Dimm broke away from their clash and went for the legs. It’s as if Gyone expected it. He jumped into a front flip over Dimm’s head. As this strike ran its course, it is clear that Dimm expected this as he circled around and his left hand grasped onto Gyone’s right leg, not fully curled up yet. With force, he threw Gyone back down to earth. His back made contact with a smashing boom and left an indented crack on the concrete courtyard ground. A roar of gasps, boos, and cheers alike could be heard from the crowd. Senyo, though still slightly amused, momentarily turned away from the massive blow with a hand covering his eyes. Dimm wasted no time and pinned him to his position, holding his sword to Gyone’s neck. No immediate escape in sight, both stared each other down, Dimm feeling he has already triumphed over his enemy.

“Get up boy!” shouted Sullus, holding back the urge to run in. However, one look at the guards told him that this would be a suicide run.

“Now, Gyone,” started Dimm as he leaned in closer, confident smirk prominent on his face. “You’ve been a challenging opponent to bring down, I’ll give you that.”

He pressed the razor-sharp blade on Gyone’s throat as he continued.

“..But now it’s time to end this little show.”

    The crowd’s reaction turned to one of fear and terror as Dimm prepared himself for this public execution. Once complacent, the guards lifted their weapons towards Dimm as one shouted.

“Hey! Nobody said anything about killing! Drop it now, Anubian trash!”

Gyone began to laugh to himself, then spoke.

“An Anubian, they call you? Well shit.. they don’t seem to like you very much, do they?”

He picked himself up with a fearlessness about him.

“Looks like I win by default..”

    Dimm found himself at a loss. After so much, he is met with a wall that could mean his own death. He sheathed his sword in a panic as he hastily looked around his area, head beginning to fill with the scattered thoughts of fear and hostility. He dropped to his knees in tremendous pain, grunting and crying out in agony. Suddenly, Dimm is met with a glimpse into the future, showing some foul play about to transpire. In an instant, Dimm grabbed behind him the handle of Gyone’s scythe, plunging straight into his right side. The two stared down like vicious animals, gunning for each other’s throats. Suddenly, a guard fell to the ground with a thud. Then another joined him as well as the rest in a domino effect of bodies. Senyo looked to the events unfolding with unnerve.

“What?” said Senyo to himself quietly. “This wasn’t a part of the plan..”

He stepped forward, but is instantly met with the person he had called in the first place. Senyo scoffed a little as he began to scold the masked figure.

“I pay good money for Alia’s recon team, and this is what I get..”

The man stood silent for a moment, then replied with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Genshika. We captured the target and brought him to you, like you said.”

“What is the meaning of ruining our little event here? Quite the time to pull a conscience out of yourself..”

The man turned away as he replied, slight chuckle escaping him.

“Not me, Mr. Genshika. My boy likes ‘em. So we let 'em live.”

Before Senyo can reply, the man vanished without a trace, leaving him with his fight crumbling at the seams.  

Both Gyone and Dimm halted their fight as the lack of guns being pointed in their area seemed to be disappearing by the second. Suddenly, a thick, grey smoke began to envelop the area. No words or a second thought are needed; Dimm took advantage of the situation, lowering his blade and making a run in the opposite direction; a literal blind run to freedom.

“H-hey!” screamed Gyone, still shaken by looking death straight in the face. “We’re not done here.. You hear me?!”

Dimm stopped himself briefly and retorted, turning his head slightly.

“Nobody dies today, asshole..”

With that, he immediately continued his sprint.

    Through what seemed like an unlikely escape, Dimm found no opposition from guards despite his sprint through open streets and populated areas. He ducked into a crowd forming at the east wing gate, leading back to their convoy escape. This is when it dawned on him..

“Wait a minute..” thought Dimm. “Boren!”

Almost instantly, a finger tapped on his shoulder. Dimm flinched as he turned around, ready to punch as he threw his fist backwards. The punch connected with Boren’s cheek, sending his head spinning the other direction.

“Oh Boren! There you are,” said Dimm with a sense of relief and excitement. “And you too.. uhm. Guy.”

Boren groaned in pain, rubbing his cheek as he replied.

“Nice to see you too man, goddamn.”

To his side was the other Anubian, glaring at Boren with a hint of vengeance declared with his eyes. He asked the two, looking to the gate.

“So how fast do you think the word spreads around here?”

“Hopefully not too fast,” replied Dimm, looking to a building peaking from the other end. The young boy who had helped the three perched himself here, overseeing their leave. Both nod to one another from across the way and the three hastily make their way to the gate. A female guard and the same who had stood with Jole stand watch as the three walk through. Suddenly, they’re stopped by a woman guard with blonde hair put back into a pony tail, her bangs flowing to the sides from the loose hair left alone. She glares at the three with her blue-green eyes.  

“Hold it just one minute, fellas!” said Kathra with demanding authority.

The three turn around, dreaded thought of being found out prominent in their minds. Facing the music, they turned around and ready to fight.

“Your passes, please,” asked Kathra, holding out her hand.

As if in unison, the three pulled their passes and quickly showcased them, almost touching her face.

“Hmm,” said Kathra as she scanned the passes, seeming to take an eternity.

“Alright guys; you’re good to go. Hope to see you aga-“

They break into a sprint for the main gate as they pass the checkpoint, only replying prematurely with a hasty “thank you, bye!” Kathra looked to her partner with a smile on her face and began to speak.

“You see? This stuff isn’t so hard,” she began as her radio started to go off.

“Uhhm..” replied the guard, looking at the three with confusion. I thin-“

Kathra interrupted him as she took the call on the radio.

“Hold that thought, Brice. Yes boss?”

As she listened more and more, her face sunk. By this time, the three were out of sight indefinitely. She dropped the radio as she screamed, holding her pitch for many seconds.


    The boys talked amongst themselves, driving away in their convoy as the afternoon sun sat in the center of the sky, at least feeling successful that they live to update.

“So. You think the General will catch wind of this?” asked Dimm, laying against the truck bed, exhausted.

“Catch wind of what?” replied Boren as he did the same across from him.

“Us. In the city, causing chaos? You might’ve heard,” said Dimm, chuckling to himself.

At this point, the other Anubian leaned back to give his input as he drove.

“Don’t worry boys. There’s no way Gore will know anytime soon, trust me.”

Both seemed to relax a little bit as their outing came to a close.

+”It’s Raash, by the way. Thanks for asking.”+
Slave to the Shadows: Birth chapter 13
All three meet to settle this battle once and for all.

The story so far

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